The nine pearls of heaven and earth, when heaven and earth were first born, Hongmeng was conceived, which is used to determine the four poles of heaven and earth, up and down time and space, and the three talents of heaven, earth and man. It is the most fundamental guarantee for the stability of the universe. At the same time, it is also the most important condition for the birth of the Perfect Realm Heart.

When the Hongmeng Holy Realm was breached, the Hongmeng Pagoda broke up the Nine Beads of Heaven and Earth, and then escaped to the world.

Mo Xiaochuan's heart seemed to stop beating at this moment. The breathing became deliberate.

To be precise, this gray stone ball, which looks even a little ugly, is one of the nine pearls of heaven and earth, the human spirit bead.

The human spirit bead, open the wisdom sea, strengthen the body, condense the soul, tenacity of the veins, and the pearl of the foundation.

Mo Xiaochuan took a deep breath, then slowly squatted down, and on the dry old man's stall, he held the ordinary and strange-shaped things in his hand one by one, and at the same time admired in his mouth, staring at it affectionately like a lover's eyes.

"Fellow Daoist, where did you get all these things?" Mo Xiaochuan asked casually.

"Huh...... This son can also see that the little old man is seriously injured and his cultivation is completely lost, so naturally he can't go far and go to dangerous places, these are all picked up from the Long Live Mountain behind Nantian City. That is, to sell a strange thing and make a living. The old man smiled lonely. There was a hint of pathos, hatred, warmth, and helplessness about the current situation in the smile.

This is a man with a story.

"This one, this one, and this one, I like it more, so I will make a price. Mo Xiaochuan listened to the dry old man's words, his heart moved slightly, and then he picked a few random things and asked the dry old man. The human spirit bead, one of the nine pearls of heaven and earth, was naturally inadvertently allocated by Mo Xiaochuan.

"These are gadgets, not worth much, Childe looks at it. The dry old man said, let yourself make a price, it is better to let the other party give a little casually, the other party can give a little at will, maybe it is more than the price he offered. This is also the survival wisdom of the dry old man.

"Okay, since that's the case, I'll ......" Mo Xiaochuan calculated in his heart, if the price for the dry old man is low, this cause and effect will be a bit heavy, but if the price for the dry old man is high, it will inevitably be coveted by others, and for the dry old man, it is not a good thing.

However, the human spirit bead, one of the nine pearls of heaven and earth, is definitely not measured by price. So Mo Xiaochuan was about to open his mouth to say what he thought. But the noble son on the side interrupted him.

"Slow down, dry old man, you shitty things, my son has taken a fancy to it, give you a hundred taels of silver, get out. As he spoke, the noble boy threw a hundred taels of silver on the ground, and then said to the old man proudly.

One hundred taels of silver, although it is nothing in the eyes of the cultivator, but in the eyes of the withered old man, this is already a huge amount of drama. It was enough for him to live without food and clothing for three or five months.

"It's you again. Mo Xiaochuan stood up and turned to look at your son.

At this moment, two middle-aged people who looked like they were about forty years old, with good cultivation, and they both had the cultivation of the early stage of the half-step Nine Heavens Xuan Immortal. The eyes of the two looked at Mo Xiaochuan coldly and viciously, and their eyes turned with bloodthirsty madness.

No wonder the noble son dared to jump out again, it turned out that there was a reliance.

It's just a pity that he doesn't know that his so-called reliance is not enough to see.

"What's the matter, it's fair competition when you buy things, and of course you can compare with me who pays the higher price?" said the noble prince with a hypocritical smile, as if he was very kind. But a trace of fierceness flashed in the depths of his eyes, betraying his heart at this time.

Compared with money, this kind of worldly thing, the noble son is really not timid at all. He had no idea about money. Because he is generally a flower spirit stone.

Mo Xiaochuan looked at your son coldly. What kind of idea this noble son played, Mo Xiaochuan could guess even with the tips of his hair.

It's nothing more than trying to push yourself down in terms of money, and then, snatching what you like, and then finding a way to torture yourself. In the end, it is to end one's own life.

These are the leftover things of those self-righteous fools, and Mo Xiaochuan has seen a lot.

"Some people say that if you don't die, you won't die, why bother? A good year, why waste it?" Mo Xiaochuan looked at your son like a dead man, and said lightly.

"You threaten me. Your son's eyes narrowed, completely forgetting the scene of his bladder distended just now.

"Hmph. Mo Xiaochuan snorted coldly, and turned his head to the dry old man again: "I will produce a Split Pulse Pill, Melting Tendon Pill, and Ten Thousand Evils to Eliminate Yi Dan." Do you think the price is okay?"

Where did the dry old man stand stupidly as if he had been struck by lightning? In his mind, all of them were occupied by the three terms "Dividing Pulse Pill", "Melting Tendon Pill", and "Ten Thousand Evils and Destroying Yi Dan".

This is the price that Mo Xiaochuan is going to give to the dry old man.

The most painful thing for a cultivator is probably not death, but the fact that people are alive and their strength is gone. Especially from the top position, people who fall to the trough all of a sudden, and have poor psychological endurance, may go crazy because of this, or seek death by themselves.

Just like before, in Misty Town, Mo Xiaochuan met Xiang Hua and Zang Muling, the way for the Yin Corpse Hall to retaliate against them at that time was not to kill them, but to let their strength decline year by year, for cultivators, this is a kind of extreme psychological destruction. If Xiang Hua and Zang Muling hadn't been for their son at that time, I'm afraid they would have broken off by themselves a long time ago.

The situation that the withered old man is facing now is similar to Xiang Hua and them, except that at that time, Xiang Hua was cursed by His Highness the Yin Corpse, but the situation in the withered old man's body was artificially destroyed.

For the withered old man, he may always survive in this way, and then, die lonely.

However, he didn't expect the surprise to come so suddenly.

If his strength recovers, and Xiuwan doesn't have to die, and he has enough strength to protect Xiuwan, in the future, the Central Sanctuary, who says that we can't kill it back?

Miracles are seen every year.

"Fellow Daoist, what's the matter? Aren't you very satisfied with the price below?" Mo Xiaochuan couldn't help frowning when he saw that the old man had not spoken for a long time, and asked.

In fact, just now, not only the withered old man, but even the street vendors who were watching the excitement around him, as well as other cultivators, were shocked by Mo Xiaochuan's generosity.

These three pills are very familiar to cultivators, but they are very unfamiliar, the main reason is that they have all heard the names of these three pills, but they have never really seen these three pills.

Among the three kinds of pills, the first two have an anti-natural effect, which can reshape the tendons and veins, and then stand up. The third is to solve the poison, curse, and all bad control spells in the world. That's why it's called Ten Thousand Evils and Evil Pills.

Moreover, these three kinds of pills cannot be refined by non-grandmasters. If Mo Xiaochuan can really take out these three pills, at least one thing can show that there must be an alchemy master behind him, or a force that is friendly with the alchemy master, and Mo Xiaochuan's status in the power should not be low, otherwise, it is impossible to carry these three pills with him.

"The withered old man is a person who knows real things, and the elixir is easy to obtain, but it is also easy to cause trouble. I'm afraid that I will have a life to take it, but I will not use it. There was a hint of threat in your son's words.

However, he didn't know that the two old men behind him frowned slightly, and then stretched out again.

The alchemy master is so easy to offend. However, it is not the two of them who are directly offended, if they really get benefits, the two of them will fly away, how big the Qin and Han continents are. As for the black cauldron, the noble son's family is the best top potter.

"This son, I changed with you. The dry old man said excitedly. "Although I know that these tattered things of mine are not worth even a wisp of danxiang of three pills, but the little old man urgently needs these three pills, so he is cheeky to accept the love of the son. If Xiao Lao'er's cultivation is restored, on the Qin and Han Continents, Xiao Lao'er vows to protect his son. ”

The withered old man said this, which was equivalent to tying himself to Mo Xiaochuan. Whether it was out of anger or sincerity, after all, Mo Xiaochuan took out the three top-grade pills because of him, which led to the covetousness of others. He naturally wants to keep Mo Xiaochuan safe.

At the same time, he also has a selfish intention, that is, he wants to get acquainted with the alchemy master behind him through Mo Xiaochuan, or the forces behind Mo Xiaochuan, which will be conducive to his future revenge actions.

"Good. "Mo Xiaochuan doesn't talk nonsense much, when something is in his own hands, it is his own. If it's not in your own hands, who knows if it will not grow branches.

So Mo Xiaochuan casually put it away, and then threw three pill bottles to the dry old man.

"Dry old man, you dare. You dare to go against the wishes of my son, it seems that you have lived enough. When the noble prince saw that Mo Xiaochuan and the old man had a successful deal, a feeling of being ignored and humiliated came to his heart.

When, in this Southern Heavenly City, even a bun, a hillbilly, and a down-and-out cultivator could ignore and humiliate themselves.

Gui Gongzi thought, but his body bypassed Mo Xiaochuan and rushed towards the dry old man.

However, his primary target was not the withered old man, but the three pill bottles that flew towards the withered old man.

Similarly, there are not a few people who have the same thoughts as your son.

"Hmph, you can't grab my things. Mo Xiaochuan snorted, and his right hand quickly punched.

"Bang", "Bang", "Bang" sounded continuously, and all the cultivators who rushed to the withered old man, no matter what their cultivation was, were directly beaten by Mo Xiaochuan.

Mo Xiaochuan's brutal and ruthless killing methods completely shocked everyone. Those who had the same mind before all stopped.

Although the pill is good, it still needs to be enjoyed by life.

Mo Xiaochuan turned around, bullied up, and grabbed the neck of the noble son.

(End of chapter)